Deyang Town seemed extremely quiet late at night, far less prosperous and brightly lit than the county town.
A small inn, with a room on the top floor, with the doors and windows closed.
On the bed, there was a thin middle-aged man sitting cross-legged, wearing linen clothes, with his eyes slightly closed. Strangely, this man was not breathing at all, and he looked like a dead person.
In this room with closed doors and windows, there is an incense burner on the table with three burning incense sticks.
The smoke did not disperse naturally, but drifted in one direction, surrounding the head of the middle-aged man who was sitting cross-legged. Miraculously, it did not dissipate.
If anyone comes here, their whole body will be cold and their scalp will be numb.
Above the head of the thin middle-aged man with his eyes closed, surrounded by smoke, there is a dark mist that twists and interweaves the figure of a person, exactly the same as the thin middle-aged man below, but with a different style of painting.
Cold, weird, evil.
Suddenly, the middle-aged man in Mai's eyebrows jumped, and the black mist intertwined with a human shape above his head instantly penetrated from the top of his head.
The smoke dissipated and the middle-aged man opened his eyes.
"There are results"
He muttered to himself, walked out of bed, and took out a small wooden box from the package on the table. After opening it, there was a strand of hair inside. These hairs were of different lengths and obviously did not belong to the same person.
At this time, all the hair in the wooden box was broken!
"They are all dead. It seems that I have to take action myself."
He narrowed his eyes and whispered to himself, looking a little weird.
After a moment of silence, the middle-aged man pulled out the incense from the incense burner, extinguished it, and then went to bed...
In the Lost River Forest, on the top of a mountain, Baiyang leaned against the cold Gatling, holding a cigarette in his mouth, puffing on it, looking at the three moons in the sky in a daze.
In this world, the future of scholars is Shinto monks, so what kind of existence is Yinshen? And what kind of methods do they use?
He didn't understand, and he couldn't figure it out even after thinking for a long time.
If he couldn't figure it out, let it go. He stood up and patted his butt. The blood-patterned sword flew up and tore Gatlin into pieces.
The bullets are almost out, so keeping them is useless. Putting them in the warehouse on Earth is just asking for death. It would be better to destroy them.
The blood-patterned sword flew beside him, and he walked forward alone in the darkness, heading towards the place where Shan Qiulin and the others were hiding.
Hua Sanniang was just a passer-by in his life. She was destined to live and die, but Bai Yang was not too entangled.
Life is a moment of fireworks in the long river of history. Everyone is a scenery and a story in someone else's life. After reading, listening, walking, crying, and laughing, after time, it will eventually be forgotten.
His thoughts spread out, scanning the surroundings for hidden dangers from time to time. After leaving the hill for a few kilometers, Bai Yang paused and was slightly stunned.
More than 900 meters away from him, there was a rocky mountain and a bonfire swaying in a cave.
At the entrance of the cave, two people stood side by side, looking at the dark distance, their brows furrowed, they seemed a little nervous, and they had weapons in their hands.
These two people are a man and a woman. The man is very young and handsome, with a tall and straight body. He is dressed in white and has handsome features. He holds a sword in his left hand and his posture is slightly awkward. His right hand is empty and has no arm.
The woman looks to be sixteen or seventeen years old, in her prime, which is the most beautiful time in her life. She has a cute and delicate face, is dressed in emerald green clothes, and has a graceful figure.
She held a sharp sword and stood beside the young man.
Bai Yang scratched his head and was a little dumbfounded. Those should be Shan Qiulin's senior brother Jiang Shan and his junior sister, right? Oh, by the way, what is his junior sister's name?
Why would they appear in the Lost River Forest?
Bai Yang stopped and observed for a moment. He said that although he had never met them face to face, due to his own reasons, a story happened that was constantly being edited and confused...an accident?
The two of them stopped and stared at the dark distance for a while. The younger junior sister looked at Jiang Shan with watery eyes and said, "Senior brother, the noise in the distance has calmed down. Although we don't know what happened, the danger has not come to us.
Come this way, you can rest first, I will keep watch."
He glanced at the junior sister with a complicated look, Jiang Shan shook his head and said: "Junior sister, please rest. You have suffered a lot all the way here with me. There was too much movement before, and it might be dangerous. Although I lost my right hand, brother
My arms are weak, but I won’t become a cripple. If there is any danger, I will notify you as soon as possible.”
Lowering her head slightly, the little junior sister looked at Jiang Shan again and said: "Senior brother, we will definitely find the fruit of life to make your broken arm reborn."
"Do your best to obey fate. It's good if you can find it. If you can't find it, I'm destined to be disabled. On the contrary, it's you, junior sister. You don't need to accompany me on the adventure, senior brother." Jiang Shan shook his head and said with a smile.
"Senior brother, don't say such things. I am very happy to be with you. Wherever you go, I will go. No matter what, I will accompany you." The little junior sister looked at Jiang Shan and said seriously.
"I understand, you should rest first," Jiang Shan said with a smile.
"Um"
The junior sister didn't insist anymore, nodded, and lay down on an animal skin nearby. In the swaying light of the fire, her eyes did not leave Jiang Shan's figure.
Speechless, Bai Yang curled his lips in the distance and unexpectedly saw a scene of an infatuated man resenting a woman.
However, what is this thing called fruit? A broken arm can be reborn. Is there such a thing that defies heaven?
Tsk tsk, there are even elixirs that extend lifespan and wisdom fruits that develop the brain. It is not unacceptable for this world to have things that can make people regenerate after losing their arms.
Shrugging, Bai Yang left the place.
Returning to the outside of the earth cave, Bai Yang moved the dead branches and leaves blocking the entrance of the cave with his mind and shouted inside: "Bing'er, come out."
Soon they came out of the hole. Baiyang had already lit a bonfire. He was not a groundhog and had no interest in drilling holes.
"Master, are you okay?" Lin Bing'er came to Bai Yang's side and asked with concern.
Bai Yang shrugged and said, "You can tell I'm fine just by the look on my face, young master."
After confirming that Bai Yang was fine, they felt relieved.
"How are the people of the Blood Lotus Sect?" asked the blind Shan Qiulin.
"They are all dead, killed by me"
Bai Yang said casually, as if he was talking about how easily a few grasses on the roadside were broken.
"All dead?" Shan Qiulin was slightly stunned.
Although he couldn't see it and had almost no force, as a strong man in the realm of martial arts, he still had vision and understood the power of the Blood Lotus Sect. At this moment, Bai Yang told him that all the people who were chasing them were
Death was something he couldn't accept.
Even if he was intact at the beginning, he would probably have to kneel down when faced with the pursuit of the Blood Lotus Sect. How did Bai Yang do it?
I'm too lazy to answer. If you're dead, you're dead. How can I lie to you?
"Then what are your plans next?" Bai Yang didn't speak, but Shan Qiulin asked.
"I don't know," Bai Yang said, touching his chin.
"This is not like you." Shan Qiulin fumbled and sat down, frustrated that Bai Yang wouldn't help him. Who would it be if I sat on a thorn and got a hole poked in my butt?
"Do you know what Yinshen is?" Bai Yang asked.
"Yin Shen? Why are you asking this?" Shan Qiulin raised his eyebrows.
It seems that he should know something. Bai Yang did not answer his question and said: "Tell me about it."
After a moment of silence, as if he was reminiscing, Shan Qiulin said: "I don't know much about Yinshen either. I heard the master mentioned some before, but it's limited."
You should say so. Bai Yang was speechless and did not interrupt.
Shan Qiulin continued: "Yin Shen is a realm division of Shinto monks. Martial arts are divided into warriors, warriors, martial arts masters, grand masters, and Shinto is no exception. It is divided into nourishing spirits, Tao embryos, Yin gods, real people, and true kings.
Wait, I don’t know the details..."
"Hey, wait a minute, do the realms of Shinto and Martial Arts correspond to each other? But you seem to have missed a martial arts disciple. What is below the soul-nurturing realm of Shinto? It can't be non-existent, right?" Bai Yang interrupted Shan Qiu.
Lin asked.
"Martial disciples are not considered martial arts monks. They are just beginners. Anyone who is new to martial arts or wants to contact martial arts can be called martial arts disciples. It can be ignored. Shinto is no exception. Under the cultivation of souls, there is also a level of enlightenment. Scholars
In other words, anyone who wants to study can be placed at this level." Shan Qiulin explained briefly.
Bai Yang understood, nodded and said: "It seems that this Yin Shen is very powerful. If you compare it, he is almost in the realm of a martial arts master."
"You can't calculate it that way. The methods of Shinto monks are weird and unpredictable, and they cannot be compared with martial arts." Shan Qiulin shook his head and said.
Of course Bai Yang knew that they couldn't be compared. How could a real estate developer be compared with a scientist? He curled his lips and said nothing, but then Shan Qiulin fell silent. He asked in surprise: "Then what? What's the specifics of Yin Shen?"
"There is nothing more. I just heard my master mention it. I have never been in contact with Shinto monks, so I don't know." Shan Qiulin shrugged.
"Well, I guess there is trouble. I killed the warriors of the Blood Lotus Sect, but there is a Yin God coming from behind." Bai Yang was speechless.
"Although I don't understand Shinto, I advise you to run as far as you can." Shan Qiulin knew that there was actually a Yin God coming to chase him, so he gave Bai Yang a serious suggestion.
Is the Yin Shen awesome? I’m still a superpower. Am I pretending to be awesome? I’m going to run to the earth. If you have the ability, you can cross the border to hunt me down.
Pouring his lips, Bai Yang looked at the four Bingqingyujie girls who didn't interrupt, thought for a moment and said: "Hua Sanniang is dead."
Suddenly hearing such a sentence, the four Bingqing and Yujie women were shocked. They were silent for a moment, and then sighed softly.
"Sister Hua is actually a very good person, but she accidentally entered the Blood Lotus Sect and couldn't help herself," Lin Jie'er pursed her lips and said.
"No one knows what will happen next moment when it comes to things like fate," Shan Qiulin said in confusion from the side.
What's all this...
Bai Yang looked at him, frowned slightly, and stopped talking.
"You seem to have something to say?" Shan Qiulin was still very perceptive and asked Bai Yang.
Bai Yang struggled for a second, and then said: "On the way back, I saw the figure of your senior brother Jiang Shan, and your junior sister was also there."
After saying that, Bai Yang stared at Shan Qiulin.
"Then what?" Shan Qiulin asked calmly.
Brother, stop pretending, your senior brother and junior sister's hearts slowed down a beat when they heard it.
"They seem to be looking for some kind of fruit, hoping to regenerate their broken arms," Bai Yang continued.
Shan Qiulin was silent, his expression remained calm, who knew what he was thinking.
The four Bingqing and Yujie sisters were also silent...
